Twelve books, like the amorous Twelve Hairpins of Jinling in "A Dream of Red Mansions", and the Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling like the sound of paddles and lights and shadows on the Qinhuai River, amaze the old times when they met. Bai Jinling bound twelve books spanning memories of the third grade of junior high school into a set and named it "The Twelve Hairpins of Jinghong".
"The Twelve Hairpins are quoted from the 'Twelve Hairpins of Jinling' in Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions"; the Jinghong is quoted from Lu You's "Shen Garden". The green spring waves under the sad bridge were once the shadow of Jinghong."
Speaking of this, Yang Jing felt that according to Bai Jinling's literary inertia in the past, she would follow him, starting from Song Dynasty poetry - Lu You and Tang Wan "Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring willows on the palace walls", talking about Ming and Qing novels - Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu "One is a fairy flower in Langyuan, the other is a flawless jade", talking about contemporary literature - Zhang Ailing, Jiang Xun, Yan Geling. Over drinks, we would talk about Qian Zhongshu, whom Yang Jing deeply loved, and Long Yingtai, whom Bai Jinling often talked about.
However, Bai Jinling said nothing about literature. A charming smile flashed across her lips, but it disappeared briefly, making people feel that it was a dream that had never appeared before. But her eyes are filled with a charming smile. In her smile, there is a romantic romance and a light sentimentality.
Outside the window at dusk, the setting sun, theater, white flowers, and mailboxes are like the movies of the Republic of China reflected on the stage of the 21st century. And a mottled old wall is covered with cut shadows of trees. In the dusk, the sunlight seems to shine through, stunning the silent window sill.
"Don't you think 'Jinghong' looks a lot like a person's name?" When she said this, Bai Jinling's face showed the brightness that she should have had when she was a girl, and she felt that the white flowers in the distance were kissed by the sunset and blushed.
Yang Jing was caught off guard. After a short silence, he read out: "Liang Jinhong."